I'm a Klutz and More Moving...

If you could see this photo closer, you would have sympathy for my klutzy maneuver that produced the swollen, bruised knee caps this afternoon. I was helping move a limb outside off of a deck, turned around and failed to see a log laying there and did a graceful (not!) pirouette landing on both knees!! OUCH!!! Whoa boy! The friends we were with were great and brought out the ice and ibuprofen, so I recovered and made it through the rest of the day, but I think the old girl will be sore tomorrow. So thankful for a desk job! It is no wonder my girls fall into these kind of spills all of the time...it just seems to happen. It's pretty funny now that I look back on it.
We had a busy weekend helping my brother and his wife, Hounie and Glo, move out of their house they have lived in for 15 years. Two weeks ago we were helping Connie move out of her duplex into her house. I think we are just moving fools and love to do it. It's just what people do for other people when you can because it is a job that everyone hates to do and it can be overwhelming. I nearly burned their house down by having a box sitting on the stove that accidently got turned on. That would have changed the entire scheme of packing for sure!!!
Moving is such an emotional thing for all of us. I remember when I moved out of the blue house when I divorced Bill. That was such a tough time for me anyway and I had poured so much of myself into that house and brought home two babies to it as well. Connie kept reminding me that "It is just a house." You are the house...you can plant again, you can decorate again. You really can make memories again. Even though right at that moment and on that day and days after for a while it doesn't seem like it. I thought I would never get over that blue house, but I did. And sure enough, I planted more flowers and took more pictures and made new memories that helped to replace the old ones...or at least scoot beside them.
Thank goodness we have people to walk beside us when we do these moving things, to help us laugh and cry and remind us that all of us move. In different ways, but we all move.